Seriously Twyla, what were you thinkin?

So I just went to see Movin' Out, the joint musical/theatrical collaboration of Billy Joel and Twyla Tharp. Without a doubt, the dancing was amazing, but the choreography I could not abide by. There were seriously points where I was seizuring in disbelief at the ridiculousness of it all. It reminded me of a (much) better version of whatever that Harry Connick, Jr./Susan Stroman musical was, that is, if you set it to the tune of "We Didn't Start the Fire" and give it a Forrest Gump-esque storyline...

And may I just add 'Damn you gays for being so frickin' hot!'? The lead was an understudy but amazing nonetheless. And so very gay. I just wanted to stroke him in all of his sweaty, dancing goodness. But alas, such is not my lot in life...

And in other news, today is Thursday. Yay for that. Because that means tomorrow is Friday, and at the end of Friday I am officially done with one quarter of my internship. Wow, scary. Time flies when you're running around like a chicken with its head cut off. On Monday, the fashion photo shoots begin. I may even get to meet the lovely and talented Rosario Dawson, who you might have seen in such films as Kids, Sidewalks of New York and Josie & the Pussycats (which also stars none other than Alan Cumming, my lovahhhhhh). If nothing else, I get free lunch and a chance to carry about thousands and thousands of dollars (and pounds!) of swanky clothing.

Last night I saw a film with Mr. Ryan Gosling, Sandy Bullock's lovah (unfortunately for such drooling teenyboppers as myself). It was called The Slaughter Rule, and I might suggest for all of you to watch it, but oh wait, it'll probably never make it beyond the one theater that I saw it in last night. But if you're in NYC in the next week, go down to the Two Boots Pioneer Theater on 3rd Street and Avenue A, and you too can lust over RG!

So, that's about it. Things continue to go well at work. Mr. Tony, the new fag upon which I may hag, has made the effort and reached out to me. We plan to go to the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Saturday at midnight. I am so Doris Finsecker from Fame.

And that's about it for now, except for the fact that I dropped my discman in the toilet today (pre-urination), and now it is broken. This wouldn't be too much of an issue, except I got it in England, so there is no chance for returning, replacing, what-have-you. When and if I spend the dough on a new discman, it will be the third one I have bought this year. Sheesh...

Okay, keep me posted with e-mails, kids. Love to love ya, baby...

Today was a good day

... in the words of some rapper...

First day of work: only went for about two hours and ran an errand, all while drooling over the new cover of PAPER (my magazine, of course!) with Adrien Brody on it. Okay, I admit this drooling is a direct result of Katie Curler and Mary Montgomery fancying him in Paris, but I steal crushes without remorse. Next up, going to see The Pianist -- AB & Roman Polanski all in one very depressing piece of WWII homage (that's so not the right word...) = looovely... incandescent, even...

One of the most delightful parts of my job -- and one of the vast differences between Women Working 2000 is that PAPER has several interns (almost all of which are from Bennington College in Bennington, VT, shockingly enough). I even got to run an errand with two of them (one of which, of course was a gay fella from SanFran). Then he, the other intern and I went to the Museum of Sex and looked at looks of scandalous (not to mention titillating) images. What a great first bonding experience.

Also, a lesson to all you blog-readers: The greatest gifts come in the most unexpected places. I've been looking for the right pair of black shoes since before I went to England since my everyone-and-their-mother-has-them Steve Maddens are definitely worse for the wear... I even went so far as to buy another (pretty expensive) pair of Steve Maddens that have since given me blisters on the back of my ankles. And what do I find tonight for $5 at the Big K? The perfect pair of shoes! (Not to be confused with the perfect cheer.) Crazy world it is, crazy-crazy, I tell ya.

And before I came to dedicate much of my 47.3 minutes of internet time to the blog, I went to the Virgin Megastore and spent entirely too much money. But I was very pleasantly surprised to find the 3rd Season of Buffy, which I immediately swooped down upon and plopped down some of my "hard-earned" grant money (ha ha ha). Also of exciting news to former early-nineties teen-angsters is the release of the entire series of My So-Called Life on DVD. I bought that too... It was a hefty bill, but Angela, Jordan, Brain, Rayanne, Ricky and the ubiquitous Tino are definitely worth it. Also picked up Mannequin for $10! (Like I said, I spent a lot of money, but some people -- read: my parents -- will be glad to know that it was MY money, not theirs that I was spending. Plus, I've gotta spend while I can 'cause come February and come Vermont, there won't be many opportunities. (And think of all that money that I saved by getting the perfect shoes for only $5...)

So kiddies, my mind is all a-buzz and a-flutter, and I have run out of things to say, but I wanted to bring you joyous tidings of my first day on the job and let you all (once again) know that I'm alive. I'm even taking dancing class (3 this weekend that still bring much grief to my quads)!

Kisses, I'm out...